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sup. bex has been moved HERE.

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still not back in the headspace to be near a computer but i’ll be moving bex to a new blog when i do come back. if you want to keep up with her ( and me ) give this a like and i’ll see about posting a link when the blog is ready.

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country music inspired plots

aka give me all of these right the fuck now. trigger warnings for alcoholism and cheating. nearly all of these are  previously established relationship. some plots are best with 3 characters. all songs are linked.

Break Up in a Small Town: Characters A and B were high school sweethearts in a small town, but eventually broke up, both of them remaining in the same small town. It’s hard enough to try to get over one another, but when Character A starts dating Character C, one of Character B’s friends, it’s even harder to keep going when every time Character B leaves the house, they see the happy new couple. 

Ex to See: Flings are all good and fun until Character A discovers the only reason Character B is being so affectionate is to try to make Character C jealous. Suddenly everything begins to make sense as Character B jumps into their lap and kisses them as soon as Character C walks in. Lucky for Character B, Character A is more than happy going along for the ride.

Drinking Too Much (alcoholism warning): Characters A and B were in a loving relationship just as Character A’s music career started to take off. Due to the stress of the industry and general disagreements, the pair breaks up and Character A releases an album titled with their Hometown about their relationship. Character B, infuriated at the breach in privacy, goes to confront Character A only to find that fame and fortune wasn’t enough to keep Character A happy and they’ve begun to drink heavily to cope with their loneliness.

I’ll Be the Moon (cheating warning): Trapped in an unhealthy relationship, Character A resorts to cheating on Character B with Character C to fill the void in their life and try to pretend that everything is still okay. Character A finds themselves falling deeper and deeper in love with Character C despite the life they’ve built with Character B. Meanwhile, Character C knows what they’re doing is wrong, but they’re desperate to spend whatever time they can with Character A, even at the expense of their own happiness.

Sleep Without You: Fluff thread in which Character A begins to realize how much of an impact Character B has had on their life - particularly the fact that they can’t fall asleep without a good night kiss.

Getting Over You / Any Ol’ Barstool / Anything Goes (alcoholism warning): After a relationship ends, Character A begins to take it noticably harder than Character B, though they try their best to keep Character B from knowing. But it becomes plain for anyone to see that Character A has taken to drinking and one night stands and sleepless nights after the way things were left. 

Hurricane: After a breakup, Characters A and B have been avoiding their mutual favorite hang outs in an attempt to avoid an unwanted confrontation. After being dragged out by their friends, the two accidentally see one another, and instead of blowing up as they thought they would, the pair sneak off to go back to the other’s apartment.

Consider Me Gone: Despite years together, discontent fills Character A and B’s relationship. Character B has become more and more aloof, no longer showing an interest in Character A’s life, treating them more like furniture than a partner. Tired of not feeling loved, Character A gives an ultimatum: ‘if you think you can do better than this, consider me gone.’

Colder Weather (contains g*psy slur): Character A works a job that requires them to be gone for long periods of time, and Character B has made themselves okay with the fact, but Character A begins leaving for longer and longer stretches of time, and Character B begins to feel more and more alone. Finally, they’re forced to confront the idea that Character A would never be happy living in one place.

Body Like a Backroad (can be nsfw): Overly indulgent smut thread of the characters being familiar with one another’s bodies and likes and dislikes after spending years together. 

She Wouldn’t Be Gone: Character A and B had been having problems for a while now, mostly because of Character B’s lack of attention and affection, but Character A finally had enough. Character A leaves, and Character B goes frantic trying to find them, driving all over town and going everywhere, desperate to prove they still want their relationship, praying that Character A is willing to forgive them after their hundredth chance.

Blue Ain’t Your Color / She Won’t Be Lonely Long: Character A sees Character B, a total stranger, late at night at a bar. Character B is going through problems in their relationship to Character C and had gone out to ‘hold a stranger, but not the one at home.’ Character A approaches, quick to assure the they aren’t just trying to pick them up and get in bed with them, but rather expressing concern that they’d stay with anyone who ‘took their fire and turned it ice cold.’

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still not back in the headspace to be near a computer but i’ll be moving bex to a new blog when i do come back. if you want to keep up with her ( and me ) give this a like and i’ll see about posting a link when the blog is ready.

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Cliffs of Moher County Clare, Wild Atlantic Way, Ireland

by Koldobika Arriaga

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still not back in the headspace to be near a computer but i’ll be moving bex to a new blog when i do come back. if you want to keep up with her ( and me ) give this a like and i’ll see about posting a link when the blog is ready.

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i’m taking the next couple of days off not just to rest up from this flu but for my mental health.  ✌

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i’m taking the next couple of days off not just to rest up from this flu but for my mental health.  ✌

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#justbeckythings: your friends fight over which one of them is going to fight you. 

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“  nothing you can say will surprise me.  ”

more misc memes. :       @possiblyarcher  //  accepting.

❝   ‘m   tryin’   t’   decide   if   d’at’s   a   good   t’ing   or   not.   ❞   did   it   matter   either   way?   not   necessarily    but   she   needed   her   footing   to   see   where   this   would   go.   ❝   guess   ‘m   a   little   disappointed.   not   doin’   a   very   good   job   if   i   can’t   surprise    ya’   wit’   w’at   i   say.   ❞   this   wasn’t   the   social   media    battlefield   she   usually   found   herself   on,   this   was   much   more   fun. 

         ❝   don’t   go   tellin’   me   ya’   heard   it   all   before.   i   PROMISE,   ya’   haven’t.   ❞

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more misc memes

“  change isn’t easy.  ” “  i just wanted to say i’m sorry.  ” “  i guess being angry was/is just easier than being sad.  ”  “  what did you want to tell me?  ” “  it was supposed to be simple.  ” “  you’ve got blood on your shirt.  ” “  you can stay with me.  ” “  what did you want to show me?  ” “  i miss ____ more than i thought i would.  ” “  i don’t like to talk about it, but i wanted you to know.  ” “  shut up. please.  ” “  fuck off.  ” “  hush, i’m trying to kiss you.  ” “  you’re lucky you’re cute.  ” “  i fucked up.  ” “  i just want to take it all back.  ” “  i can’t sleep.  ”  /  “  can’t sleep?  ” “  we should get a pet.  ” “  if you have something to say, spit it out.  ” “  i’m allowed to be angry.  ” “  she/he aint even that cute.  ” “  just hold me.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ”   “  i just need time.  ” “  i already made my decision, you’re not going to change that.  ”   “  nothing you can say will surprise me.  ” “  everyone leaves, eventually. either they move on or they die. they leave and i’m left behind.  ” “  death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago.  ” “  i don’t fear death. i fear anonymity.  ” “  listen to me, please.  ” “  i’m not even sure what to say to that.  ” “  that should probably shock me, but honestly it doesn’t.  ” “  am i supposed to care?  ” “  i do care.  ”   “  you make me happy.  ” “  you look beautiful like this.  ”   “  if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you.  ” “  it terrifies me.  ”   “  just let me show you how i feel.  ”

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Rough first kiss things:

Colliding with the wall so hard one of them is gonna have bruises

Moans of pleasure mixing with a single moan of pain as one of them bites the other’s lip

Teeth being dragged along necks, mouths being dragged along jawlines

Hands fumbling at hems, zippers, buttons

One raking their fingers through the others hair before gripping at the root, hard enough to be painful

Butt grabs / thigh squeezes

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        ✘.   -   her gaze on him, he could clearly feel it. she had rolled to her side and was looking directly at him. but, jon didn’t care. he was still calming down and finding back to his inner balance when she touched his cheek. slowly, he now opened his eyes to focus his own gaze to the ceiling of the room. for a moment, he thought about her words. ❝ so what? it would have been worth it. ❞ he mumbled and finally turned his head so he could look at her as well. even now, that they were hidden away in their shared silence, jon did not regret what he had done to the other guy. he wouldn’t have minded continuing his work either. 

       ✘.   -   ❝ cm’ere. ❞ the dirty blond whispered through the room with the dimmed lightly. he was still feeling hot but less feverish that earlier when they had left the bar. his fingers curled around her chin, as jon pulled becky closer to lay a soft kiss onto her lips. it helped. helped him to gain control over his own thoughts again, over his breath and the way his body didn’t seem to want twitching every now and then. it helped him to let go of the last piece of anger inside of him. 

      ✘.   -   as their lips parted, he opened his eyes again so he could look her in the eyes. ❝ i’d do it again without hesitating, bex. over and over again. ❞ maybe it was the feeling of the calm after the heavy storm that had shook through his whole body earlier. but, he was feeling the heavy need for closeness. not just physical but, jon needed to know rebecca would never leave his life. and he needed her to know, that he wasn’t going anywhere either. 

it    would    have    been    worth    it    to    HIM.    she    didn’t    voice    her    correction,    instead    she    met    his    gaze    when    he    finally    turned    to    her.    a    little    bit    of    the    weight    that    she’d    been    carrying    on    her    shoulders    lifted,    she    could    see    some    of    her    jon    coming    back.    and    that    thought    momentarily    stunned    her,    because    she’d    never    thought    of    him    as    ‘hers’    ...    she    had    no    real    right    to    do    so. 

even    with    the    conflicting    thoughts    going    about    in    her    head,    she    didn’t    hesitate    to    do    as    he    instructed    and    moved    closer    to    him.    there    was    a    sense    of    calm    that    settled    over    her    when    they    kissed    and    she    wished,    for    his    sake,    that    it    would    do    the    same    to    him. 

when    she    met    his    eyes    one    more,    she    reached    out    to    brush    a    hand    against    his    cheek.    ❝    ya’    don’t    have    t’.    ❞    stretching    upwards,    becky    pressed    her    lips    to    his    temple.    ❝    nothin’    was    gonna    happen    tonight,    jon.    nothin’    ever    could’a    ...    not    when    d’ere’s    you.    ❞

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trying  had  become  harder  than  it  should’ve  been.   it  was  terse  jaws  and  stiff  muscles,  watching  out  of  carefully  cornered  and  distrusting  eyes  every  time  she  shortened  the  gulf  between  them.   narrowing  when  contact  was  made  til  a  curled  lip  and  shied  motions  fed  back  into  the  distance.   satisfied  a  quiet,   raving   voice  that  said  he’d  have  been  better  off  leaving  her  there.   let  her  prove  herself  to  someone  who  cared.   prove  herself   to   herself  because  daryl’s  opinions  were  stalwart  and  unchanging.   hammered  into  the  earth  like  testaments  around  him,  spikes  to  stand  on  and  further  add  space  around  him.   too  far  out  of  reach  for  a  clipped  tone  to  do  more  than  loose  the  grumbles  that’d  overrode  words.

weighty,  outlining  the  cinch  of  her  back  as  she  kept  onward,  boots  remained  rooted.   stuck  on  a  lump  of  disrupted  earth,  one  glance  shot  in  the  direction  of  the  town,  the  other  for  where  he’d  already  noted  a  road.   not  far  enough  to  feel  guilty  for  the  consideration.   let  her  find  her  way  back  while  he  took  the  walk  he’d  intended  to  fill  his  evening  with.   if  becky  couldn’t  figure  it  out,  this  close,  she’d  deserve  what  happened.

“   you’re  right …   ”       voice  rough,  rumbling  and  incendiary,       “   you  don’t  know  shit.   ”

and  for  the  stomp  fed  into  steps,  uncaring  for  snapped  branches  and  crunching  leaves  beneath  him,  he’d  no  intention  of  sticking  it  out  until  she’d  learned.   he’d  tell  rick  he'd   tried.   he’d  let  the  disappointment  find  a  home  on  his  shoulders.   like  late  nights  spent  neck  deep  in  moonshine  when  he  was  fourteen,  returning  home  in  the  dead  of  night ——— it’d  not  be  the  first  time  someone  looked  at  him  through  a  filter  of  subjective,  failed  expectations.   she’d  said  it  herself.   she’d  not   wanted   to  tag  along.   she’d  not   wanted   to  be  the  anchor  holding  him  back.   hadn’t  wanted  to  stumble  in  the  dark,  out  of  place  and  out  of  her  depth.   in  his  way.   an  obstacle  to  stumble  over,  tripping  because  he  was  unused  to  someone  wound  up  under  his  feet.   worse  than  the  strays  they’d  picked  up  outside  the  walls.   worse  than  beth———

blonde  hair,  matted  and  red.   blood.   viscera.   the  smell  of  smoke  and  gunfire  and  if  daryl’d  flinched,  he’d  not  noticed.   hadn’t  paid  mind  to  blanched  knuckles,  drained  features.   hadn’t  acknowledge  the  tightening  in  his  gut  or  the  way  a  sudden,   flightful   route  had  receded.   stalled  in  the  face  of  a  memory  that  made  stubborn  instincts  taste  baseless  and  wasteful.   the  push  that’d  pay  off  in  keeping  people  away.   keep  his  palms  from  sweating.   keep  the  wrench  from  his  chest.   no  loss  when  your  hands  were  empty.

‘  this  isn’t  living,  ’    someone  else’s  voice,  soft  around  its  edges,  lowering  his  head  under  the  girth  of  a  shame  displaced  but  settled.   so  hair  could  steal  whatever  satisfaction’d  be  had  for  the  consideration  that  itched  in  the  lines  of  his  face.   creases  between  brows.   the  crows  at  the  corners  of  eyes.   thinned  lips  and  a  breath  slow  to  part  them,  until  a  sense  of  self  could  be  trained  into  place,  still  balanced  on  a  ledge  but  working  its  way  back.   still  glazed  in  irritation  but …  it’d  fall,  eventually.

“   c ’ mon …   ”       less  hostile.   less  what  she’d  have  known  as  the  norm,  daryl  rising  to  look  back  between  the  cage  of  tree  trunks  where  he’d  left  her,       “   y ’  ain’t  gonna  learn  nothin ’  if  you  stand  there  all  night.   ”

his   voice   breaking   the   silence   was   the   LAST   thing   she   expected   to   hear   and   the   sudden   gruffness   had   her   stumbling   some   to   a   stop,   shooting   a   look   over   her   shoulder   and   back   at   him.   was   this   some   kind   of   trick?   he’d   made   it   very   clear   that   he   wanted   nothing   to   do   with   her   and   now   ...   now   he   was   throwing   curve   balls   and   she   didn’t   know   what   to   think. 

❝   now   ya’   wanna   play   nice?   ❞   a   fair   question,   in   her   mind   at   least.   her   attention   drew   back   forward,   back   into   the   woods   where   there   were   the   ever   familiar   sounds   that   came   with   their   new   world.   becky   wouldn’t   deny   the   nervousness   that   wrapped   around   her,   or   the   breath   that   momentarily   caught   in   her   throat.   ❝   ‘nd   if   i   say   ‘no’?   w’at   d’en?   ❞ 

though   she   turned   back   to   him,   out   of   the   corner   of   her   eye,   she   kept   a   look   out   for   the   walkers   that   could   very   well   come   out   of   nowhere.   though   lacking   in   experience   to   face   them   herself,   she   wasn’t   completely   helpless.  ❝   w’at   if   i   don’t   wanna   deal   wit’   an   ASSHOLE   like   ya’?   ya’   t’ink   i   haven’t   seen   how   ya’   act   back   at   alexandria?   ya’   look   like   ya’   wanna   be   ANYWHERE   but   d’ere.   ‘nd   d’at   everyone    d’ere   is   just   wastin’   ya’   time.   ❞   everyone   else   (   well   mostly    )   had   tried   their   best   to   help   where   they   could   and   there   was   a   CHANGE   coming   to   the   town.   but   daryl   was   the   lone   wolf.

stubborn   as   she   could   be,   and   was,   she   planted   her   feet.   ❝   i   wanna   know   WHY.   ❞   it   wasn’t   a   question,   but   she   still   wanted   answers   and   she   was   making   it   very   clear   that   there   was   zero   intention   of   moving   until   she   had   them.   ❝   talk.   ❞